So many wonderful contributions are coming in, and I thank you! Im sorting through them now and can't wait to include some of them in this lovely project that you've all so graciously taken up.
This song has been playing on repeat for me today:
It inexplicably took me back to a home that I had forgotten. When I was in High School, in my senior year, I used to cut class... a lot. My best friend and I would sneak out and jump in to her runaway car. We'd spend a bit of time perusing a book store for new poetry to inspire us, or new music to fuel our dreams. Then we'd head to The Spot. The Spot was magic. Each time we tried to go there we got lost, as if it continually changed geography, protecting itself from being overexposed. It was an alcove, vine-covered and romantic. Magical and inspiring in its simplicity. We would go there to feel a sense of something greater... a sense that there was a world outside our knowledge and understanding. A world that had once been inhabited by Davinci, Einstein, Van Gogh, Dylan, ... and Kerouac.
It was nothing really. A stony outlook entrenched in vines. But it was ours. When we were lucky, the daffodils would be blooming in the field nearby and then we were truly happy.
Something about this song reminded me of those times: times when I would go to that stony outlook, skipping spanish class, because I felt that daydreaming about my future beloved was far more worth it.
I remember how tender my heart felt at that time. Precious little secret that it was, so ready to be snatched up, yet patiently waiting in the twisting vines of that secret spot.
This song takes me back to that home: a home that can never be the same, because me and my heart have changed. It was a home at one time, though, and so it will forever be.